Stuck In My Head, Trapped With My Thoughts

I stay headstrong Nodding on Face heavy Nodding off Overdosing Let him fall I cant deal with none of y'all Chain Swanger Not at all Blunt smoker By the cops Yeah bitch I'll kill them all Brain decay might set them off Anywhere I go I feel judged right off the bat But in spite of y'all I do what I want Don't give a f*ck Still going up Still rolling strong We still posted on the block Levitating what I'm on K R T we one of one hoe It's that It's that young paper chaser Indo blazer Rolling off the shits Now I'm fucked up in a way that I should never be again Always disappointed with the way you reply with a grin I been thinking of a way but I cant get you back Again my mind been gone for a minute But I'm running back I swear to god this ain't no fable Baby run it back Certain herb of grace Count it with a couple racks Heart heavy for the people never coming back We do this shit for you and do it for the crew We gonna make it out the mud and leave them second guessing who they fucking doubted My brain hold all of the powder Lungs filled up with the smoke and my whole nose filled up with powder It's that little drug fiend What you know about me No diamonds on me shining but the rock is OP Teeth rot Bodies drop when you speak about me Repping 100 until the scream out Dolla RIP Hoe